I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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Clone Chronicles

I hear an engine roar to life, the purr of a motor as I round the side of the gas station and see Duet doing a happy dance near the open hood. She waves to me when she spots me, running forward lightly, though her body moves like a machine, to grasp my hands in hers, one warm skin, the other hot metal, and pulls me toward the SUV.


"Working now," she says with a huge grin to which her steel half has already adjusted. She's been smiling for a while.


I find myself frowning in answer, feeling doubtful despite her confidence. I don't mean to discard her idea, and having a working vehicle is a bonus, but I'm only now considering the consequences of such transportation.


"What will we do for fuel?" I set down the bags of food, leaning them against my legs while Duet's grin only spreads.


Chapter 84: Transportation